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Chapter 21
Chaos was unleashed around Typhlon's castle. There brilliant leader was dead! Slain by a mere Uborian elf, a girl nonetheless. No one knew what to do, or how to get the word to Iliana. The Dark Elves were now without a leader, and so were standing around, gossiping to each other.
"Who do you think will reign?"
"Beats me. Typhlon had no heir, nor did he name a successor."
"Well, Typhlon was invincible. Or so he thought."
"Man, do I feel like a sack of dumb s**t right now."
Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded from the stairs leading down to the eating chamber. Three Dark Elves stood at the top, glaring down at the gossiping groups. A male with a deep bass voice spoke,
"What's the matter with you blabbering buffoons? Why are you all sitting there like the world is at an end? Yes, Typhlon is dead. It's a shame. But are we going to let the death of one leader turn our empire into chaos?"
Murmurs rose from the crowd, thinking about what he had said. One voice spoke above the rest,
"Well, Diavlo, if your so smart, what do you suggest we do?"
Diavlo glared at the crowd, trying to figure out the owner of the voice. After a few minutes, he gave up, and said,
"What do I suggest? Well, I will tell you. But I will not tell you as just Diavlo. No, I will tell you as Diavlo, Ruler of the Dark Elves!"
Silence followed for a few moments, while the idea sunk into the heads of the Dark Elves. Then, shouts came from the crowd,
"What? What makes you think you should rule us?"
"Yeah, who are you to decide?"
A sharp whistle was heard again, and this time, the elves could see the owner. It was the only female up on the stairs. She had green hair and silver eyes that were cold as ice. Diavlo cleared his throat and said,
"Thank you, Mezula. Now, you band of dumb bells, the question you should be asking is not why I should lead, but why I shouldn't. Honestly, do any of you shitheads think you could lead such a divine empire? Of course not! Think about it, I have experience leading, and most of you don't. After all, I have been an officer for 21 years now. Which of you can better myself?"
He waited for an answer, but silence followed. The crowd of elves knew it was true. One voice sounded, the one that nervously voiced the question they all were thinking, but were too afraid to ask,
"What about Iliana? She won't like this. She'll want to rule."
It was not Diavlo who answered with a scratchy laugh, but the third elf, a shaggy man. He laughed so hard he was crying, and after a few moments of that, he wiped the tears away and said,
"Good lad, d'ya think a wee lassie like her could rule a band o' brutes like us? No, 'ere's a better question. D'ya want a lassie ruling ya? 'Ow would that make us look? Like a bunch o' lilylivers if ya ask meh."
The crowd of elves saw sense in this. Murmurs of approval began to rise from the crowd, and Diavlo smiled.
"Then it's settled. I am now Diavlo, ruler of the Dark Elves. Mezulah will be my commanding general, and Wartsky will be my second-in-command. Now, get back to your posts! And not one word goes out to Iliana. Perhaps, if she fights long enough, she'll be killed as well."
The elves scurried to collect their weapons and get back to their posts. Diavlo turned to Wartsky.
"Bring up the Uborian prisoner. I would like to see her."
Wartsky smiled and replied,
"Right'o, yer greatness!"
 llamazrokmysox · Sun Dec 07, 2008 @ 03:31pm · 0 Comments |
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